A Cuckold's Diary Ch. 33

I watched her artistry at sucking cock. She really, really is good at it! She used her lips, her tongue, her right hand on his balls and I saw his reaction in his shaking, groaning and in the growing and reddening of his sex each time she slid it out of her mouth. After a few minutes, Ted gently put his hands on the top of her head; not to force it down on his cock, but to encourage her. Wordlessly (since constant groans don't actually constitute "words") he was thanking her, admiring her and urging her to give him even more pleasure.

When he was ready - oh, was he ever ready! - she looked at me again. Still caressing his balls, his cock at attention between her eyes and mine, she smiled at me. There was not a bit of meanness in her expression; we both (all!) knew what was going to happen next, and she needed to tell me two things at that moment. First, that she loves me, and she succeeded at communicating that message completely. And second, I realized at that moment that she wanted me to remember her words of last night: "I wouldn't have it any other way. I really DO like what we do, and I feel good about it,"

Sally got up on her knees and threw her right leg across her lover's hips. With her right hand she reached down and guided his cock into her pussy, and as soon as it found its target she sat down on him completely. Ted let out a CRY of pleasure and Sally started moving her hips back and forth, back and forth. She built up a rhythm - THEY built up a rhythm. Her part was jerking her hips back and forth as she squeezed his cock inside her, and his part was a steady series of pants and grunts as my wife fucked him. It was awesome to witness. I don't care what stories you've read, or what videos you've seen; seeing two people fucking right in front of you is like no other experience in the world, and seeing your WIFE fuck another man... well, there just aren't words to describe what it's like to see your naked wife joined together with another man, fucking in front of you.

In the middle of fucking Ted - wow, what a sentence to write... IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING TED! - Sally looked at me and saw me kneeling by the bed, masturbating as I watched her cuckold me. Then she said something I will never, EVER forget:

"Look, ma - no hands!"

That comment struck me as so funny, I actually laughed. But her words were followed by sharp, rapid moves of her hips along her lover's groin, and Ted responded with another loud cry of intense pleasure. At that moment I actually got the "look ma, no hands!" joke - and the joke was on me.

Sally and Ted knew that it would excite me to be allowed to watch them have sex. They knew that I voluntarily gave up sex nearly nine years ago, and ceded that part of my life to Ted, who is so much better at it than I can ever dream of being. So they called me in to watch my wife suck this man's cock until it was hard and straining to fuck. Now my wife was showing me the intense pleasure Ted was feeling from her pussy. No hands, just pussy - holding, stroking and pulsing on his naked cock.

My wife wanted to be sure I understood: she was FUCKING Ted. She really liked doing it, and she really felt good about it, too. So good that she wanted me to see.

It was probably only about five minutes, but it seemed to go on forever. At times he reached up and held her tits in his hands; someday I'll figure out why I feel more shame when he does that than anything else. Maybe it's all the women's tits I've wanted to reach out and touch, but I haven't because it's "not proper" to do that; yet here he is, not only doing it but doing it in front of her husband. Why aren't I stopping him? (Yes, dear reader, I know that he's fucking her as this goes on, and all I'm doing in response to THAT is jerking myself off, but still... her tits? I didn't say it made sense.)

Then his hands fell off her tits. His arms started shaking and he panted, "Oh, Sally, you're going to make me CUMMMMMMM..." My wife didn't miss a beat, or a stroke. She leaned forward, resting her hands on either side of his chest, and she PUMPED her hips back and forth, faster and harder. I tried to use my X-ray vision to see through her hips, to see the Real Man's cock inside my wife's body; I didn't succeed, but I did know I was witnessing my wife fucking her lover to orgasm. At this point I knew that neither of them remembered I was in the room, and surprisingly that was fine with me; I didn't need to be the center of attention. I was the honored (or dishonored) guest at a fucking, and they were now reaching the climax.

Then Ted came in my wife.

I know I was just "wallpaper" to them when it happened, but it happened. I was there. I saw it, I heard it, I felt the bed bounce as my wife made her lover orgasm in her body. His orgasmic cries of pleasure are something I will never forget, and I will never know. For a moment I remembered that every year, when Sally lets me fuck her once, I'm shocked by how much better it feels than I imagine, and now I'm trying to imagine how HE is feeling. I know how *I* am feeling: on the edge of cumming, ashamed that I'm letting this happen, humiliated that they know they have given me a treat by letting me watch and totally inadequate knowing I could never bring out this raw passion in her.

As he came, I quietly knee-walked to the foot of the bed so I could see. So I could see SEX. So I could see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, in and out of her body. Every few moments his groin clenched, pushing his cock further inside her and, I knew, squirting more of his cum into her pussy. I knelt quietly, masturbating, as he slowly softened and finally fell out of my wife, and I watched as she gently moved to his side, laid down next to him and kissed him deeply.

My view was of legs, pussy and cock, and of Sally's right arm across her lover's chest. I sat down on the floor, still jerking off but possibly as exhausted as Ted was, even though only he had cum. I suddenly had an image of how this looked - of how I looked - and mixed with the shame was an overwhelming feeling that this was... right. My wife and her lover were in bed together, quietly resting and kissing after sex, and I was sitting by myself on the floor at the foot of the bed, playing with my penis because no one else touches it. I was horny as hell, but completely content.

Which is why I did not protest, or even say a word, when Sally told me to leave. Ted had turned to her and their gentle kisses had turned passionate and insistent. When he handed her the vibrator, her two responses were to spread her legs and say, "Paul, leave now."

As I walked back to "my alcove," Sally's "look, ma, no hands!" comment hit me again, even harder. It felt like a dream, a fantasy, yet I knew it really happened. Sally was completely comfortable showing me how she fucks her lover, and she was equally comfortable telling me she wants to be alone with him. Ted has often said that the most intimate gift she gives him are her orgasms, and the cuckold in me really does understand that this is something she wants to give to him alone - in both senses of the word.

The alcove had one tremendous advantage over the two-room suite, at least for me. While I still could not hear the words that Ted was whispering to my wife as he made love to her, I could hear every sound she made. Every gasp, every intake of breath, every deep, soulful groan of pleasure. And yes, every single moment of the earth-shaking, minute-long orgasm he gave her. Once again, it was everything I could do to keep from cumming at the sound - the sounds - of my wife's second orgasm, but I knew that my horniness was the only thing keeping me from feeling terrible about what was happening a few feet away from me.

As her orgasm finally died down I heard the sounds of kissing and of her talking gently to Ted. Putting two and two together, I understood that Ted was kissing my wife all over her body to thank her for the gift she gave him, and she was whispering her own thank-yous to her lover. He continued to make love to her even after she came; yet another way he does this better than I ever did.

The room grew silent. I assumed they were sleeping, so I masturbated as quietly as possible. I replayed each of the images I had seen: taking off her bra, offering her tits to her lover, hearing them fucking, hearing her cum (and cum again), seeing her making love to his cock with her mouth and, of course, Seeing. Them. Fucking. Seeing my wife fuck him until she took him over the edge and he came in her, ejaculated in her body.

Rubrubrubrubrub.

My masturbatory reverie was interrupted by a soft call from Ted: "Paul, come here."

The softness of his voice made clear that Sally was sleeping, but even knowing that did not prepare me for what I saw when I approached their bed. Ted was still on his back, with the sheet pulled up to his waist. Sally was lying naked beside him, her head resting on his chest, fast asleep. It was one of the most painful and most erotic things I had ever seen, and I think if I needed a single picture to illustrate the word "cuckold," it would have been that one. When we say "she slept with him" we usually mean she did everything OTHER THAN sleeping, but seeing my wife so comfortable, so relaxed, so fucked out that she had fallen asleep on Ted's chest nearly tore my heart out. Only a cuckold can possibly understand that it hurt like hell and excited me at the same time, but it did. It was thrilling to see that my wife trusted Ted and trusted me enough to let go completely, knowing that he would hold her and I would love her as she slept.

Ted gave me a minute to take in the scene, and as my view expanded I saw he was gently stroking his cock under the sheet. I stood by the bed and did the same, rubbing my penis slowly so I wouldn't cum.

He started talking to me about my wife - about making love to my wife. He reviewed the day, filling in the parts I did not see as well as giving his perspective on what I witnessed. He said he loved sucking my wife's nipples while I held them out to him, but he was honest and said he didn't care WHO held them as long as he got to suck them. He said he got so excited having her tits in his mouth that as soon as I left the room he laid her back on the bed, stood between her legs and started fucking her. He said she started up her vibrator while they fucked, but they were both so focused on how good it felt that neither of them was in a hurry to cum.

I just stood there, nodding dumbly as my wife's lover told me how he had sex with my wife and how much they both enjoyed it. I saw the head of his cock making a more pronounced impression on the sheet as he talked, and finally I couldn't stand it any longer: I had to see.

"Ted, if it isn't an imposition, would it be all right if I pulled down the sheet so I can see the cock my wife loves while we talk?"

"Sure," he said with a grin. "Give yourself a thrill."

Sally didn't move as I gently slid the sheet down Ted's body. Sure enough, his cock was hard in his hand and he continued to stroke it as he went on with his narrative. He told me how hard she came the first time, and how much harder she came the second time; he told me how good it felt when she sucked his cock, and how he was happy to call me over to give me a thrill by letting me watch. "I know it's the best way to thank you for bringing your wife to me," he said, and I stuttered out my thanks - and agreement. I asked how it felt to have her do that in front of me, and that's when he said again that he honestly didn't care if I was there - that I was "the wallpaper" and nothing more. Again, he said it with no malice; he simply answered my question, and I had no reason to doubt the honesty of his reply.

He talked about how amazingly she fucked him. How he loved reaching up and holding her tits while she rode his cock. How he tried to hold off, but simply couldn't. How strong his orgasm was.

I was staring at his cock. He noticed and said, "You're picturing it inside your wife, aren't you? Picturing it going in and out of her pussy, right?"

"Yes," I blurted out.

"You'll never know how good it feels - how good your wife makes me feel. She uses her hands, her mouth, her pussy to give me such extraordinary pleasure, and you'll never know, will you?"

"No," I said a little too loudly, staring at his erection, picturing it inside my wife, giving both of them such exquisite pleasure until it squirted his semen into her. "She doesn't want to do any of that with me, and I don't blame her. I'm no good at sex; I'm not a real man. You're the only one that gets that because you're the man she wants to fuck." Sally moved slightly at the sound of my voice.

"I think it's great how it has worked out for all of us," Ted answered. "Now it's time for you to go back to your alcove. Your wife is waking up and I want to be alone with her. I'm not done with her beautiful body yet."

I said I understood completely, and the truth is, I did. I thanked Ted for talking with me and for telling me about sex with my wife, and continuing to masturbate, I walked away from the bed - their bed.

A few more minutes passed before I heard whispering, then kissing. Then Ted groaning. Sitting in my chair, out of sight of the bed, I listened as my wife sucked her lover's cock... again. Even with the pleasure of stroking my own cock I had to wonder how good it must feel to a man - to THAT man - to have a woman want to do that to him. I thought back to all the times Sally tried to do that to me, and how I never got hard or stayed hard when she did. Suddenly the image of her sucking Ted's cock just a little while ago flashed into my mind, and I nearly came yet again. My wife was in bed with her lover - with a Real Man - and she was drawn again to his cock: to touch it, kiss it, lick it, suck it. Ted's naked body lying against my wife's, his naked sex organ deep in my wife's mouth.

I've tried to type words that accurately portray the sounds Ted made, but it doesn't work. The sounds were SEX and PLEASURE, and anyone who has ever heard two people having passionate, satisfying sex would know them. I can only say that I heard them all as my wife made love to his cock.

He, too, came long and hard. I wondered if he thought about me at all as he came in my wife's mouth; later he would look at me, surprised, wondering how I could even imagine that he was thinking about ME when my wife made him cum. Listening, I felt like I could not only hear him cum, but actually hear him ejaculating; after the first two orgasmic cries his voice changed, got lower and seemed to come from someplace deep inside him. It was like his groin muscles pushed his cum out of him so hard that they themselves cried out. His pleasure went on and on and on...

In a couple of hours my wife had sex twice with her lover. She came twice in his arms - twice as much as she cums in my arms in an entire year. She fucked him twice, sucked his cock twice, made him cum twice - twice as much as she shares any of that with me in an entire year. More than that, she ENJOYED SEX. Something she hasn't done with me in many, many years.

And yet, I felt so... GOOD. Sitting there in "my alcove," horny from not cumming for three days before this date and from jerking off for three consecutive hours, I felt really, really good. I felt loved, and ACCEPTED. It was when I said that word to myself that I suddenly realized what was different, and why I would need to write this new chapter: My amazing, thrilling, always-surprising wife had not only cuckolded me, but she actually accepted me for who I am AND EMBRACED IT. She cuckolded me both because I asked her to and because she enjoyed it. She "felt good about it." Each thing she did today to cuckold me was something she enjoyed doing - having me offer her tits to him, telling me to watch, telling me to leave. I felt so good, and I felt so good for her. And, to be honest, I felt good for Ted, too, because he has been a very important part of this whole process.

I heard Ted dress, then kiss my wife goodbye. He needed to leave quickly, so he didn't have time to chat with me. I understood. He spent his time making love to my wife, and that's why I brought her here. As he went to leave I said, "Thank you very much for fucking my wife for me. I could never give her that."

"Oh, it was MY pleasure," he replied. "I'm very happy to give her what she needs."

Soon after he left, Sally got up. She came over to me in the alcove, leaned over me so her body wouldn't touch my still-hard penis, and kissed me. She asked if I was all right, and I said I was doing great. I asked if she had a good time and she said, with emphasis, that she really did.

I asked if she still likes what we do. She kissed me again and said, "Yes, I do. Thank you for bringing me to my lover."

We got dressed, left the hotel and went to a local mall to walk in the air conditioning. We didn't go into details while we were in public, but every so often Sally would say something to remind me that she just cuckolded me. We held hands all day and drove home singing along with 60s songs on the radio. A few days later I helped her get off by telling her what I saw (and didn't see!) during her date. I described what I saw her doing to Ted, and what I saw her doing to me. I asked her how she felt about having sex with Ted right in front of me, especially since she stopped having sex with me years ago, and she said, "I told you on the way. I like what we do, and I feel good about it,"

"And how do you feel about ME?" I asked. I don't just watch you, I get excited by it. I'm ashamed that I am this way, so I wonder how you feel, too."

"It's who you are," my wife responded gently. "I know it, Ted knows it. You are a cuckold, and that's what cuckolds do. I accept that, and I'm enjoying our arrangement."

Which made me feel more loved, more turned on and more accepted than I can ever remember.

You see, I like what we do, too. And I'm comfortable with it. And knowing that my wife likes what we do - and loves me for who I am - makes this story complete.

It's what we do.

Sincerely,

Cuckold Paul